#gd au

Two sneak peeks to what I'm working on rn, Guardian Demon AU by the one and only Noodlejaq

I like to call it the Malfunction AU

It's that Demon Guardian "actually" tries to destroy the world of Geometry Dash. The characters (aside Rubrub) are actually AI organisms that live in a digital world with digital bodies (very original I know)

Let’s open the asks for a day or two. (Or three. It’ll depend on how many asks I’ll get.)

You can ask anything to the characters of my fics or aus. (Or even myself.)

(Do be respectful, though. You can ask personal stuff to the characters, but not to me. And don’t go too far.)

Characters: Jiyong, y/n

Genre: Angst, fluff, Crooked AU

word count: 6,919 characters

Every time I listen and watch Crooked I have an overwhelming desire to comfort and take care of GD. I was listening to it just now and was struck by motivation and that rarely happens so a bitch has to write it down when it does lmao

Summary: The club was always a loud crazy mess, but one man in particular seemed to be absolutely out of control, more so than the rest. Yelling, laughing, absolutely losing his mind with no regards to the people around him. He definitely wasn’t the type of person you would ever associate with, but something seemed... off. While in thought you failed to notice that he was heading your way.

The club floor was vibrating from the intensity of the music, blasting from every speaker in the place. As usual, your friends had gotten drunk and ditched you to go cause mischief for the night. Normally you only tagged along to be the designated driver, due to being too kind to say no. The club really wasn’t your scene, but you still dressed up in a relatively nice blouse and black tights, your favorite pair of four inch black heels on your feet. You didn’t look like you belonged there, but you didn’t look bad, either.

Scanning the room you could tell everybody in the place was either incredibly drunk, or currently working on it by slamming shots down at the bar. The atmosphere was sort of depressing to you, but everyone else seemed to be having a good time, so, what can you do?

Just as your eyes felt like you couldn’t possibly get any more bored, you heard loud annoyed shouting mixed with crazed laughter coming from the back of the club and stood up in an almost motherly instinct to make sure it wasn’t caused by anyone you came with.

Instead, you raised a brow at the sight of a man with... was that, white hair? Shaved sides, covered in tattoos, throwing his hands up and yelling before falling to the floor. Everyone around him looked incredibly irritated just by his presence alone, and you frowned. 

What did he do, get black out drunk? That is dangerous! Again, you couldn’t help the motherly instincts ingrained in you, and your brows furrowed with concern.

While you were pondering what to do you had barely noticed the male was already up and making his way across the room towards the bar, which you happened to be sitting right beside. 

He must have felt your gaze because before you could look away, his eyes locked with yours. Something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t as drunk as he let on. It looked like he was barely holding himself together, to be honest, and you felt a pang of sorrow in your heart for the guy.

“Oh, sweetie...” You muttered under your breath without realizing. Not like anybody could have heard you over the blaring music, but it seems he noticed your lips moving because he hesitated on the path to the bar and stared at you.

With your frown still on your lips, you patted the empty seat next to you, motioning for him to come to you and, for some reason, he actually did. 

The moment he sat down beside you, you reached your hand up to the stranger’s cheek and gently brushed your thumb against his soft skin. You probably looked crazy to most people, but to you, he just seemed like a hurt boy who was crying for help in the form of attention. 

The moment your fingers touched his cheek, the tears he must have been holding back spilled over and he began to break down right there beside you for reasons you couldn’t even begin to try and figure out. 

The two of you hadn’t spoken a single word to each other but it was obvious to you that he needed something to be there for him, and it was just as obvious to him that your intentions were kind. You gently guided the stranger’s head into your lap so that he could hide his crying eyes against your stomach, which he must have appreciated because there was no hesitation on his end.

To anyone around the two of you, it would just look like he got too drunk and needed to lay down for a moment and you were his supportive friend or girlfriend, but the reality of it was, he was having a breakdown right there on your shirt. 

“Everything is going to be okay” “Make sure to take deep breaths” You murmured to the male, unsure if he could even hear you over the club noise. Your fingers brushed through his shocking white hair in a slow and comforting rhythm, free hand tracing fingers comfortingly along his back.

After what felt like an hour but was probably only 20 minutes, his breathing calmed and he slowly sat up, looking to you with what you interpreted as an embarrassed expression. For the first time tonight, you finally heard his voice.

“Well... Normally I wine and dine a chick before I ugly-cry in her lap, may I ask your name?” he let out a forced laugh, to which you simply chuckled at, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes.

“Y/n. And I think if anyone needs to be wined and dined here, it is you.”

This got a small but genuine smile out of him. “It is nice to meet you, Y/n, I’m Jiyong. And is that an offer?” He teased.

“Well I figure this probably isn’t the best environment for you right now and you should probably get some food in your stomach because I am assuming you haven’t eaten or taken care of yourself in a while.” It was a gentle scolding, but for some reason he took it in stride and seemed to appreciate concern of any form.

“Well, you’ve got me beat there.” You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the soft smile that was forming. 

“Alright, Jiyong. Will you let me wine and dine you tonight?” 

“Y/n, it would be my pleasure.” He laughed at his own joke before returning your smile. “Besides, I would like to get to know the girl who, in the middle of the club, comforted an out of control stranger just out of the kindness of her heart. I mean... you probably shouldn’t be doing that.” 

You laughed before suddenly remembering that you didn’t, in fact, come here alone. You were the designated driver for your friends, but you felt Jiyong needed the company and support more than your friends did, since they had been MIA pretty much since you got there. 

You quickly stood up and grabbed Jiyong’s hand, turning to him. “Will you follow me while I go look for my friends? I need to call them a taxi.” 

He raised a brow at your remark, but didn’t question it and followed you through the crowd until you found your friends. 

Though they were drunk, they weren’t drunk enough to not notice this rugged trouble-maker looking man who had his hand in yours, the shock clear on their face. It seemed they trusted you though because they didn’t say anything about it once you gave them a smile and a nod, informing them you’d be calling them a taxi when they were ready to leave. 

After your friends agreed, you squeezed Jiyong’s hand and lead him out of the club and let out a loud sigh of relief. “Finally, space, air and silence!” 

“I mean, aside from the ringing sound, right?” He teased

You let out a chuckle and elbowed him gently. “Alright, what’s good at 2 in the morning for food?”

Without hesitation, Jiyong cut you off. “Breakfast of course, haven’t you ever had after-party food before?” 

You let out an annoyed groan, but the tone was clearly a playful one, before the two of you began your 2AM journey to find a breakfast place.

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jiyong x You

By Admin B

Loser 🖤 Bae Bae 🖤 Bang Bang Bang 🖤 We Like 2 Party 🖤 If You 🖤 Sober 🖤 Zutter 🖤 Let’s Not Fall In Love 🖤 Fxxk It 🖤 Last Dance 🖤 Girlfriend 🖤 Flower Road

How can you be so pretty? Will you believe that I have more butterflies than when we first met? Day by day, I get nervous that I’ll lose you 

It was still really strange for Jiyong to think... he was dating you now. After so many years of being friends, after months of agonizing separation... you were actually his girlfriend.

So often, he would look at you and wonder how he’d never realized you were so beautiful. I mean, he had, but he’d only known it objectively. It had taken him leaving to see that beauty in a different light, but even then, it had taken him far too long to truly understand.

When he showed up at your doorstep two months ago, the first thing you’d done was slap him across the face. Hard. And he’d known that he deserved it, but he was still scared you were too upset with him to even talk to him.

The next thing you’d done, though, was kiss him. Hard. So that had given him a glimmer of hope.

And now, two months later, here you were. Sitting at his kitchen table, painting your nails. Your tongue sticking out as you concentrated. Your hair up in a messy bun, one of Jiyong’s oversized t-shirts covering your frame. And you’d never been more beautiful.

He was still scared you would leave him, though. Which was the worst kind of karma since that’s exactly what he’d done to you.

When I’m struggling and tired When I sometimes fall Girl, you always pick me up Just like now, by my side Next to me, every single day Stay like that

It had become a sort of routine now. Every night, after you joined Jiyong in bed, he would snuggle up next to you. He would press his forehead to yours, and he would ask the same question: “You’re staying here, right?”

You would answer the same answer, every night: “Yes, I’m staying. Forever.”

You would kiss his nose, caress his cheek, and hold him until he fell asleep.

You’d suffered those months while he was gone, yes, but after about a week of living with Jiyong, you’d realized he might have suffered more. 

He had become weak without the mafia... without you. So you became his strength. You supported him and encouraged him and you loved him like you’d always loved him. Only, now, you were able to actually show him.

Yes, I have a girlfriend And I’m never lonely Just looking at her makes me happy Yes, you are my girlfriend You’re my one and only I don’t wanna wake up from this dream of you

Youngbae chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as he watched his best friend watching you. Ever since you’d come into his life (or back into his life, if he’d guessed things correctly), Jiyong had basically been a completely different person.

He drank still, but only for fun. Never to get drunk. He smiled. He laughed. He was just... happy.

Even now, Jiyong was watching as you ordered drinks at the bar, and he was pretty much the heart eyes emoji personified.

“I’m really happy for you,” Youngbae told Jiyong as he clapped his friend on the back. “I’m glad you found what you were missing.”

“I didn’t realize I was that stupid,” Jiyong admitted with a snort. “I’ve known her for years, and I’d never... But now...”

Youngbae lifted his eyebrows curiously. “...The One?”

Jiyong simply nodded, just barely holding back an idiotic grin.

Even that night, after finally admitting out loud you were the one he wanted to spend his life with, he still asked you: “You’re staying here, right?”

But you still answered: “Yes, I’m staying here. Forever.”

I thank God again today That I can look at a picture like you I’m enjoying you right now Because you’re more beautiful Than any other masterpiece

To be honest, Jiyong was actually glad things had turned out this way. He hated that you both had suffered, of course, but all that made you more appreciative of what you had now.

At least it did for him.

Everything felt more precious because he’d experienced that low; he knew what it was like to live without you, and he knew he never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn’t exactly a religious person - the mafia had done a pretty good job of stomping out whatever faith he’d had - but he still found himself thanking the Powers That Be in the universe for the fact you were in his life. Not only that, the fact you were his. The fact you still loved him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Jiyong murmured one night after you’d answered his question yet again.

You blushed, a bashful smirk pulling at your lips before Jiyong took the opportunity to kiss it away. And this his lips moved all over your face before trailing down your neck and collarbone and chest...

“A true work of art,” he mumbled as his lips painted the canvas of your body.

After I met you, I feel strange All the girls on the street look like you Whatever they say, I can only hear your voice After I met you, I became a fool This smile never leaves my face Just thinking about you makes me happy 

Being in the mafia had certainly opened doors to all kinds of things for Jiyong, including all kinds of women. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken advantage of that, and while he’d enjoyed their company at the time... he never would’ve imagined a woman could make him this happy.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, he thought of you. And he smiled because he thought of you. He compared every other woman he saw to you. He sometimes actually imagined he did see you, but he kept that to himself. Even he knew that was kind of pathetic.

But, truly, ‘pathetic’ was the best word to describe him. Because ever since he’d wised up and gone after you, ever since you’d come back into his life, he’d been living in the clouds. He’d been foolishly happy.

And, eventually, he stopped asking you if you were staying. Because the part of him which knew you were only grew stronger as time went on.

You still answered him, though. Even when he didn’t ask you, you still told him you were staying. Forever.

You told him with every kiss, every smile, every laugh. Everything you did, everything you said... it all told him you were never leaving his side.

Truly, Jiyong couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect girlfriend, but that’s what you were. A perfect girlfriend.

Well, you were a girlfriend... for now.

Ain’t nothing in the world Compares to my girlfriend

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of MADE 🖤 Loser

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-Admin B

lure

/lo͝or/

verb

tempt (a person or animal) to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward. synonyms: tempt, entice, attract, induce, persuade, seduce etc.

// kwon ji yong